Her

              She said they were throwing the trash

              Taking my son and they would be right back

              The time they were gone grew late

              Stirring up worries of disaster and fate

              1 ring of the phone I awoke

              Slow-serious policemen on it to me spoke

              However form they could explain

              Could never differ from how I am betrayed

                                      Me

              I said I we were throwing the trash

              She believed when I promised we would be right back

              I grabbed him and from her we fled

              The monster of mothers with pain in her head

              Could hurt my small brother no more

              So we ran and we called when we got to the store

              Then soon the sirens came

              And after the questions we didn’t need stay